Bertram had no belief in luck. He was not superstitious. A conspicuously unsuccessful assistant accountant, he was planning to get married for the second time. Quite quietly: St Luke's, Maida Hill, and then two weeks in Bournemouth. But Dreuther, a director of Bertram's firm, whimsically switches wedding and honeymoon to Monte Carlo. Inevitably Bertram visits the Casino. Inevitably he loses. Then suddenly his system starts working . . .
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There is more to babies being born on the obstetric ward than meets the eye … Beaming with satisfaction, Annabel Tilson is ready to wrap up her third year of medical school. She sets foot on the obstetric ward of the University Hospital, where childbirth is both exhilarating and sometimes fraught with complications. This would normally be enough excitement for one rotation, but Annabel’s career is anything but normal. ˃˃˃ Is there something amiss with the obstetric ward’s medical care? Admitted to the OB floor, eighteen-year-old Mary Chandler is aglow with her seven-month pregnancy. She is diagnosed with hypertension and, after a flurry of medical testing and monitoring, Mary drifts off to sleep. Much to Annabel’s alarm, the next morning she finds the young woman’s room ultraquiet and her patient unusually still. ˃˃˃ Annabel soon makes a critical discovery … that labor and delivery is fraught with harrowing cliff-hangers which endanger the lives of patients and their unborn fetuses. Scroll up and grab a copy of Downright Dead today.
This is the fifth book in the medical and personal adventures of Dr. Annabel Tilson, but each book can stand alone.
Book One: DEAD STILL
Book Two: DEADLY DELUSIONS
Book Three: DESPERATE TO DIE
Book Four: DEATH GRIP
Book Five: DOWNRIGHT DEAD
Book Six: Coming in 2019 Views: 196
FAREWELL SUNDAY. The morning of Sunday, August 23, in the year of grace 1662, should have been black and gloomy with the artillery of rolling thunder, dreadful flashes of lightning, and driving hail and wind to strip the orchards and lay low the corn. For on that day was done a thing which filled the whole country with grief, and bore bitter fruit in after years, of revenge and rebellion. And, because it was the day before that formerly named after Bartholomew, the disciple, it hath been called the Black Bartholomew of England, thus being likened unto that famous day (approved by the Pope) when the French Protestants were treacherously massacred by their King. It should rather be called \'Farewell Sunday\' or \'Exile Sunday,\' for on that day two thousand godly ministers preached their last sermon in the churches where they had laboured worthily and with good fruit, some during the time of the Protector, and some even longer, because among them were a few who possessed their benefices even from the time of the late King Charles the First. And, since on that day two thousand ministers left their churches and their houses, and laid down their worldly wealth for conscience\' sake, there were also, perhaps, as many wives who went with them, and, I dare say, three or four times as many innocent and helpless babes. And, further (it is said that the time was fixed by design and deliberate malice of our enemies), the ministers were called upon to make their choice only a week or two before the day of the collection of their tithes. In other words, they were sent forth to the world at the season when their purses were at the leanest; indeed, with most country clergymen, their purses shortly before the collection of tithes have become well-nigh empty. It was also unjust that their successors should be permitted to collect the tithes due to those who were ejected.It is fitting to begin this history with the Black Bartholomew, because all the troubles and adventures which afterwards befell us were surely caused by that accursed day. One know not certainly, what other rubs might have been ordained for us by a wise Providence (always with the merciful design of keeping before our eyes the vanity of worldly things, the instability of fortune, the uncertainty of life, and the wisdom of looking for a hereafter which shall be lasting, stable, and satisfying to the soul). Still, it must be confessed, such trials as were appointed unto us were, in severity and continuance, far beyond those appointed to the ordinary sort, so that I cannot but feel at times uplifted (I hope not sinfully) at having been called upon to endure so much. Let me not, however, be proud. Had it not been for this day, for certain, our boys would not have been tempted to strike a blow—vain and useless as it proved—for the Protestant religion and for liberty of conscience: while perhaps I should now be forbidden to relate our sufferings, were it not for the glorious Revolution which has restored toleration, secured the Protestant ascendancy, and driven into banishment a Prince, concerning whom all honest men pray that he and his son (if he have, indeed, a son of his own) may never again have authority over this realm.CONTENTSFAREWELL SUNDAYIN THE VILLAGETHE BOYSSIR CHRISTOPHERTHE RUNAWAYBENJAMIN, LORD CHANCELLORMEDICINÆ DOCTORA ROYAL PROGRESSWITH THE ELDERSLE ROY EST MORTBEFORE THE STORMHUMPHREYONE DAYTHE VISION OF THE BASKETA NIGHT AND MORNINGON THE MARCHTAUNTONTHE MAIDS OF TAUNTONKING MONMOUTH AND HIS CAMPBENJAMIN\'S WARNINGWE WAIT FOR THE ENDTHE DAY AFTER THE FIGHTIN HIDINGTHE CAMP IN THE COMBILMINSTER CLINKSIR CHRISTOPHERBEFORE THE ASSIZEBENJAMINON WHAT CONDITIONS?A SLIGHT THING AT THE BESTTHE VISION OF CONSOLATIONTHE MAN OF SAMARIAON BOARD THE \'JOLLY THATCHER\'THE GOOD SAMARITANTHE WHITE SLAVETHE FIRST DAY OF SERVITUDEBY THE WATERS OF BABYLONHUMPHREY\'S NARRATIVEFOR TEN YEARSWITH THE HOEON C Views: 196
The Valley of Fear by Arthur Conan Doyle Views: 196
"Blood is blood...and one way or another, we all bleed." Drizella and Anastasia only know one thing for certain: they will never end up like their mother, Lady Tremaine. When their father left them as young girls, he took what was left of their family's fortune and their mother's dignity with him. A few years and one deceased stepfather later, the only version of Lady Tremaine that Drizella and Anastasia know is a bitter and cruel head of house. Anastasia and Drizella have promised themselves—and each other—that they'll be different. They'll find love, see the world, and never let their hearts go cold. But both sisters are all too aware of what it can mean when cast into disfavor with their mother, and fueled by Lady Tremaine's tendencies to pit the daughters against one another, Drizella and Anastasia are locked into a complicated waltz of tenuous sisterhood. On the cusp of the royal debut party—their one chance to impress the Prince and live up to their mother's expectations—the... Views: 195
This is the Story within the Story.Yes, I, Gwladys, must write it down; the whole country has heard of it, the newspapers have been full of it, and from the highest to the lowest in the land, people have spoken of the noble deed done by a few Welsh miners. But much as the country knows, and glad and proud as the country is, I don’t think she knows quite all—not exactly what mother and I know; she does not know the heart history of those ten days. This is the story within the other well-known story, which I want to write here.On a certain sunny afternoon in September, 1876, I was seated up in the window of the old nursery. I say in the window, for I had got my body well up on the deep oak seat, had flattened my nose against the pane, and was gazing with a pair of dismal eyes down on the sea, and on some corn-fields and hay-fields, which in panoramic fashion stretched before my vision.Yes, I was feeling gloomy, and my first remark, after an interval of silence, was decidedly in keeping with my face and heart.“Gwen,” I said, “what is it to be buried alive?” Gwen, who was singing her charge to sleep to a lively Welsh air, neither heeded nor heard me.“Gwen!” I repeated in a louder key.“Men are false and oft ungrateful, Derry derry dando,”sang Gwen, rocking the baby, as she sang, in the most dexterous manner.Gwen had a beautiful voice, and I liked the old air, so I stayed my impatient question to listen.“Maids are coy and oft deceitful, Derry derry dando, Few there are who love sincerely, Down a derry down.Say not so, I love thee dearly, Derry derry down down, Derry down down derry.”“None but thee torment and teaze me, Derry derry dando,”I shouted in my impetuous manner, and leaving my seat, I went noisily to her side.“Gwen, I will be heard. I have not another soul to speak to, and you are so cross and disagreeable. What is it to be buried alive?”“’Tis just like you, Gwladys,” said Gwen, rising indignantly. “Just after two hours of it, when I was getting the darling precious lamb off to sleep, you’ve gone and awoke him. Dear, dear! good gracious! there never was such a maid!”Gwen retired with the disturbed and wailing baby into the night nursery, and I was left alone.“None but thee torment and teaze me, Derry derry dando,”I sang after her.fiction, classic, novel, boy, action, adventure, childrenCONTENTSThis is the Story within the Story.David, I am Tired of Tynycymmer.Some Day, you will See that he is Noble.Owen is Coming Home.Why did you Hesitate?Gwen’s Dream.Very New and very Interesting.I said I would do much for these Children.Earth Air Fire Water.Little Twenty.They Talked of Money.You are Changed to me.Pride’s Pit.The Eye-Well.That Man was Owen.The Little Lad.Sight to the Blind.Our Father.A Rich Vein of Coal.The Jordan River.The Lord was not in the Wind.The Lord was not in the Fire.After the Fire—A Still, Small Voice. Views: 195
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Lost and alone in the jungle, one boy will have to let go of his assumptions and anger, or be dragged down with them. Dylan Barstow has finally crossed the line. After getting caught on a late-night joyride in a stolen car, Dylan is shipped off to live with his ex-Marine uncle for the summer. But Uncle Todd has bigger plans for Dylan than push-ups and early-morning jogs. Deep in the steamy jungles of Papua New Guinea, there's a WWII fighter plane named SECOND ACE that's been lost for years, a plane that Dylan's own grandfather barely escaped from with his life. In all this time, no one has ever been able to track down SECOND ACE -- but now Dylan and his uncle are going to try. Lush and haunted, vital and deadly, these alien jungles half a world away could mean Dylan's salvation, or they could swallow him whole. Views: 195
Carley Mattea thinks that boys only like girls who are pretty - especially boys as popular and handsome as Kyle Westin. Scarred by a facial deformity, she believes that Kyle would never have fallen for her if it hadn't been for the chemistry accident that left him temporarily blind. When Kyle discovers that his sight will soon be restored, Carley can't help but worry about his reaction when he sees her face for the first time. Will Kyle's feelings prove to be more than skin-deep? Views: 195
A "rough and ready" western story which moves briskly. Wunpost is a prospector so credulous and ignorant that he makes a mining contract without reading the fine print. The first loss to a rascally grubstaker develops revenge and shrewdness which in the end results in the ownership of a valuable claim. Also a pretty love story. Views: 195
Re-read this classic romance by USA Today bestselling author Carole Mortimer Originally published in 1991He might be arrogant, but accountant Helen Foster can't deny that successful businessman Caleb Jones has charisma! But he's trying to buy out her family home and Helen is determined not to give in to his charms…Caleb has his hands full juggling his business and raising his newly orphaned little nephew. So when Helen throws a spanner in the works of his latest deal, this ruthless tycoon doesn't know whether to sue her or kiss her! The latter is certainly much more tempting… Views: 195
